my car had been making funny, clicking noises for a few days. we were going to take it in to have it looked at tonight. it must have had other thoughts on the matter because driving to work today it died. well, not just like totally stopped. it made a strange noise then revved up then slowly decelerated. i was driving on the interstate. i pulled over, flashers and all. i pulled way over because thoughts of people getting smashed to bits as they sit on the side of the road in their broken down car flashed before my eyes. it's the transmission. those things are not cheap. i am not a happy camper.
i called big t. she came and got me; once again my lifesaver. they are towing my car to the dealership to have it looked at. did i say i'm not a happy camper?
my paranoia is kicking in. the girl is on a field trip, 45 minutes away. the hubs is working elsewhere about an hour and a half away. i am stuck carless. i won't think about the worst case scenarios.
oh, and can we please add one more thing to the pile of crap that is my day? menstrual cycle. say it with me---menstrual fucking cycle. why doesn't someone invent a pill for women who are passed the point of wanting to make babies to take so these monthly nuisances can just stop? why, tell me that why? i'd take one in a freakin' heartbeat.
fuck i could use a slab of chocolate cake with hot fudge on it right about now.
oh yea, i hate my job too.
p.s. one more thing--you know you can write comments about things. am i getting that boring? am i talking to myself (i do that sometimes i know) hello, anyone out there? i know some people are reading but quit being fucking voyeurs and comment folks.